"Arghh!"
Keiji has been rolling back and forth on his bed. It's been hours since his talk with Yael but he can't seem to get the scene out of his head. What he did was clearly one example of guilt-tripping but for him, he feels like he also did something wrong.
"It's not that deep. He was just driven by his emotions," he tells himself.
It's his 94th roll, he counts. He gets up from bed and messes up his already messed up hair. He lies down again, pulling the strands of his hair as he thinks of Yael's face earlier as he said those lines.
He's hurt, deeply hurt.
He knows it's not his fault why his father acts that way but he can't help but feel sorry. There must be a reason why Mr. Haesun, someone he barely knows, suddenly recommends him to be a part of the team.
He remembers aga
